On making inquiries2, he was directed to follow a footpath3 crossing a stream and leading to the lock gates.
"That's the Spindrift," he said to himself, as the slender masts of a small craft came into view, "or perhaps she's that 'two sticker' lying farther up. I'd better ask someone."
The first person he met was a freckled-faced, curly-haired seafaring man with earrings4. He wore no hat, but the visible part of his attire5 consisted of a loose canvas jumper, a pair of tanned trousers, and brown canvas shoes. He only wanted a musket6 slung7 across his shoulder, brace8 of flint-lock pistols, and a sheath-knife to be the living counterpart of a seventeenth-century buccaneer.
"Please can you tell me if that is the yacht Spindrift?" inquired Desmond politely.
The man looked him up and down before replying. "Ay, 'tes 'er," he announced briefly10.
"Thank you," rejoined the Patrol Leader, and was about to resume his way when the man addressed a string of questions uttered in the broadest Cornish dialect.
Desmond shook his head. He did not understand a single sentence.
The man merely grinned, and, without attempting to repeat his words, rolled unsteadily away.
"Funny sort," soliloquized the Patrol Leader. "Looks as if he hasn't lost his sea-legs. But I've found out what I wanted to know."
Arriving at the canal basin, Desmond saw that the ketch was lying alongside the farthermost wall. To get to her necessitated12 a considerable détour, and, in addition, he had to cross a plank13 bridge over the lock gates.
As he limped along, Desmond took stock of the little craft. She was spoon-bowed, with a raking transom. There was no name painted on her stern, nor anywhere else as far as the Patrol Leader could discover. Her tanned sails were uncoated and loosely furled ready to be hoisted14.
Getting on board with no little difficulty, Desmond found that the cabin doors were locked, which was rather what he expected. The circular hatch in the fore-deck was, however, open.
"Good enough," thought the lad. "I can get into the cabin through the door in the for'ard bulkhead."
He lowered himself into the fo'c'sle. For some seconds he was almost blinded by the sudden change from the dazzling sunshine to the gloom below, especially as his bulk intercepted15 most of the light from the open hatch.
Rather to his disappointment he found the sliding door closed and bolted on the inside. If he were to gain admittance it would be necessary to obtain the key from the person in charge of the yacht. Desmond was hot, tired, and feeling a fair amount of pain in his injured toe.
"Not worth the fag," he contended. "I'll turn in here."
The fo'c'sle boasted a couple of cots, one folded back against either side of the boat. What struck Desmond as being remarkable16 was the presence of a number of enamelled cups, saucers, and plates that badly wanted washing up, together with the fragments of a meal consisting of bully17 beef, sardines18, and tinned apricots.
"I expect the workmen have been grubbing here," he hazarded. "They're not Scouts20, or they would never have left the place in such a mess."
There was a Primus stove in the gimbals, and close to it a saucepan half filled with lukewarm water. On a nail in the sliding door was a tea-towel.
Desmond set to work with a will to wash up the plates and dishes and to stow them away. This done—it was hot work in the confined space, what with the sun shining on deck and the heat of the stove below—the Patrol Leader felt more tired than before.
Lowering one of the cots, and using a sail-bag for a pillow, Desmond turned in. For a while his toe throbbed21 painfully, then the desire for sleep overcame every other sensation, and he was soon in a deep, dreamless slumber22.
Ten minutes later Tom Truscott and Dick Wilde, part-owners of the 8-ton, centre-board ketch Spanker, came hurrying along the canal bank to the accompaniment of a series of exhortations23 to, "'Urry up if yer want to get through afore yon schooner24 locks in," from the energetic lock-keeper.
Both men were young, hefty, full of action, and keen yachtsmen. They had come "round the Land", and were making their way by easy stages to Penarth. Three days previously25 they had put into Bude through stress of weather, and were about to set sail for Lundy Island and the South Wales coast.
There was little time to be lost. Men on the breakwater were tracking-in a topsail schooner, and, as it was close on high water, the vessel26 was coming straight into the canal basin. Directly the gates were open there was an opportunity for the Spanker to go out under headsails before the limited expanse was still further impeded27 by the arrival of the topsail schooner.
Truscott and Wilde were deft28 hands at their work. They went about it with the minimum of noise. Since the yacht was moored29 alongside a wall, there were merely ropes to be cast off and headsails hoisted. Getting up the anchor to the accompaniment of the rattling30 of a winch and the clanking of chain cable did not figure in the operation. Almost as silently as a wraith31 the ketch glided32 through the lock, and, with the wind well on the port quarter, stood steadily11 seaward.
Truscott was at the helm, while his companion, after descending33 into the cabin and lowering the centre-board, proceeded to set first mizzen and then mainsail.
Half an hour later the north Cornish coast grew dim in the summer haze34.
"Thought we'd have found more wind out here," remarked Truscott. "What about setting the topsail?"
"Right-o," assented35 Wilde. "Ten to one we'll have to douse36 it before we make Lundy. There's wind about—plenty of it before long."
"All right then," said his companion. "Don't bother about the jack-yarder. Send the jib-headed topsail aloft. She'll carry short for all the wind we're likely to get to-day."
Wilde went for'ard to get the required sail, which was stowed in a bag in one of the fo'c'sle lockers37.
"Jehoshaphat!" he ejaculated. "We've a jolly stowaway38 on board, old man! There's a boy sound asleep in one of the fo'c'sle cots."
"Good job we did lock the cabin, then," rejoined Truscott. "What sort of young blighter is he?"
"A Sea Scout19," announced the other.
"A Sea Scout?" snorted Truscott contemptuously. "Never came across one yet who was any good. Sort of glorified39 beach-combers—useless when by chance they do go to sea. I hope to goodness he doesn't muster40 his bag in our fo'c'sle. What's to be done with him."
"He's here on board," said Wilde, stating an obvious fact.
"And here he stops," added Truscott grimly. "If he doesn't like it that's his funeral. I'm not putting back to land a rotten stowaway. Get him out of it—sling a bucket of water over him!"
"That's all very well," objected Wilde with a laugh. "But who's going to mop up the fo'c'sle? I know a way."
From one of the cockpit lockers he produced a long metal fog-horn—a kind of exaggerated trumpet41. Going for'ard he lowered the instrument until the horn was within six inches of the sleeping lad's face, then, distending42 his cheeks, Wilde blew a long, ear-splitting, discordant43 blast.
Intensified44 by the confined space the terrific roar awakened45 Desmond only too effectually. He sat up, caught his head on one of the deck-beams, and subsided46 with his hands held to his aching forehead.
"Sorry, I am really!" exclaimed the genuinely repentant47 Wilde, who had never anticipated such a sequel. "I only meant to turn you out. What are you doing here?"
Desmond made no reply. He was a little dazed, deafened48, and completely mystified at being rudely awakened to unfamiliar49 surroundings. He slid out of the cot and sat upon one of the lockers, blinking at the disturber of his slumbers50.
"What are you doing here?" repeated Wilde.
"This is the Sea Scouts' yacht Spindrift," declared Desmond. "I——"
"First I heard of it," interrupted the other with a laugh. "This is the Spanker of Dartmouth, for Penarth; and at Penarth you'll be set ashore51, unless we drop across some Bude fishing-boats. That isn't likely, as they are generally away down west'ard."
"Then I've made a mistake," said the Patrol Leader.
"First time I've known a Scout to admit that," rejoined Wilde drily. "However, come aft and tell your yarn52 to my chum."
It was soon apparent to the partners that Desmond had made a genuine blunder. His open narrative53 carried conviction, and the annoyance54 that the two men had shown when the stowaway had been discovered quickly evaporated.
"With luck, you'll be with your pals55 by noon to-morrow," observed Truscott. "We'll send you back by train from Penarth, unless there's a joy-boat running from Cardiff to Ilfracombe. Hello, Wilde old man: wind's heading us."
During the last few minutes the wind had veered56 through sixteen points of the compass. It had been from the sou'-sou'-east; now it was nor'-nor'-west.
Tending sheets occupied the crew's attention, and the conversation ceased. Desmond, perched upon the weather-rail, wanted to bear a hand. Inactivity bored him. In spite of his injured foot, he knew he could be of use if required, but his natural hesitation57 to thrust himself forward in the presence of strangers held him to silence.
"There's Lundy," announced Truscott, as a faint blurr appeared through a partial dispersal of the haze.
"Wind's piping up, too," added his chum. "How about handing that topsail? It isn't doing much good close-hauled."
Truscott glanced aloft. The topsail was acting58 up to its reputation of being the first sail to shake.
"Right-o!" he agreed. "Down with it."
Wilde went for'ard, cast off topsail sheets and halliards, and commenced to haul down.
"Dash it all!" he exclaimed. "The halliard's jammed. I always said that sheave was too small."
"Can you steer59?" demanded Truscott abruptly60, turning to the Patrol Leader. "Yes? Right-o, here you are."
Desmond found himself in possession of the tiller, while Truscott went for'ard to bear a hand with the stubborn topsail.
It did not take Desmond very long to "get the hang" of the helm. Used to small-boat sailing, he quickly found that it was quite an easy matter to keep a yacht on her course without yawing. Had the Spanker been running, it might have been rather difficult; close hauled the ketch almost sailed herself, save for an occasional touch of the helm as she tended to come up into the wind.
"That youngster knows what he's about," remarked Truscott in a low voice. "He won't get her in irons. I'll go aloft and clear the blessed sail."
Truscott was a burly fellow. He went aloft, holding on to the staysail halliards and getting a foothold on the mast-hoops. Gaining the cross-trees, he balanced himself on the slender galvanized-iron spreader and stretched for the jammed rope.
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As he did so the weather-arm of the cross-trees gave way under his weight. So quickly did the metal-work give, that Truscott had only time to grip the topmast shroud61 as he fell. His grasp was sufficient to check his downward path, but the wire shroud cut deeply into his hands. He had to let go.
Wilde, seeing his companion's predicament, pluckily62 broke his fall. Both men tumbled in a confused heap upon the raised cabin-top, fortunately on the wind'ard side, or both might have been thrown into the sea.
Lashing63 the helm, Desmond hastened to their assistance. He stubbed his already injured toe upon a cleat as he did so, but in the excitement of the moment he hardly noticed that the wound had reopened.
Both men had to be assisted into the cockpit, for they were shaken by the concussion64. In addition, both of Truscott's hands were lacerated across the palms, while Wilde had sustained an injury that Desmond correctly diagnosed as a broken collar-bone. It was pretty obvious to the Patrol Leader that he was the only capable hand left on board, and that upon him would devolve the management of the ship.
Desmond's first step was to haul the headsail sheets to wind'ard. Fortunately the Spanker was an admirable craft when hove-to. She was now as steady as she could possibly be, forging ahead at less than one knot.
"I'm all right," protested Truscott. "There's a tar65-pot and some waste up for'ard. Nothing like a flick66 of tar to stop bleeding."
Desmond did not view these rough and ready methods of first-aid with anything like approval. Tar, in itself an excellent disinfectant, was hardly suitable for a deep wound in which, more than likely, fragments of rusty67 wire were embedded68.
"I've a first-aid outfit69 in my kit," he announced, "if you don't mind washing your hands, while I see what I can do for your chum."
"Good lad!" exclaimed Truscott approvingly.
The Patrol Leader fetched his outfit from the fo'c'sle and proceeded to attend to Wilde's injuries. This done, he carefully bandaged Truscott's cuts with boric lint9, and not until both men were fixed70 up as comfortably as possible did Desmond re-dress his own injuries.
"Hadn't we better put back?" he inquired. "I can take the yacht into Bude, but I don't know the Bristol Channel."
Somewhat to Desmond's surprise, Truscott, "who wasn't going to put back for anything or anybody" according to his own words a couple of hours ago, offered no objection. His views of Sea Scouts, and this one in particular, had undergone a rapid change. He knew that Desmond's plan was a sound one. It was a hazardous71 task for a youth practically single-handed to sail the Spanker almost dead to wind'ard for a matter of fifty or sixty miles of strange waters, when Bude lay an easy distance dead to lee'ard.
"Carry on," he replied. "Can you get her about? Don't gybe her."
Desmond had no intention of gybing. Casting loose the tiller, and trimming the headsail sheets to lee'ard, he soon got way on the vessel. Then, putting her helm down, he "went about" and steered72 for the now invisible Cornish coast.
Three hours later, for the wind had dropped considerably73, the land loomed74 up. It was unfamiliar ground. Hartland Point, which Desmond had noticed on the outward passage, was nowhere to be seen. Right ahead was a bold promontory75 crowned with a few scanty76 ruins.
He called Truscott from the cabin.
"What's that point, sir?" he asked.
Truscott gave a low whistle.
"You're a little out of your course, my lad," he declared. "That's Tintagel. Bude is twelve miles to the nor'-east'ard. Bring her close to the wind. We may fetch it without tacking77, but I'm doubtful."
It was Desmond's lack of navigation that had been responsible for the error. Simply reversing the compass course for the return run was not enough. He had omitted to take into consideration the strong tide running to the sou'-west, with the result that the yacht had made her landfall a dozen miles to lee'ard of her destination.
"Live and learn," thought Desmond philosophically79. "I'll know better next time."
The Spanker was now close-hauled on the port tack78, and, although she was able to lay on her course, the wind had fallen so light that she was hardly able to stem the adverse80 tide.
"It doesn't very much matter, my lad," remarked Truscott. "You wouldn't have been able to get the Spanker into harbour until close on high-water. Better keep on sailing than lying at anchor in a ground-swell."
"That's all very well," added Wilde, "but how about my collar-bone?"
"I've not forgotten it, nor my hands either," rejoined his chum, with a faint show of asperity81. "My head's aching like anything."
"So's mine," said Wilde, "so you've nothing to make a song about."
Desmond heard, but said nothing. It seemed strange to him that two chums should start wrangling82 on board a small craft. But a few minutes later amicable83 relations were resumed as suddenly as they had been interrupted.
At six o'clock the yacht was hove-to once more, while the handy Sea Scout prepared and served a meal. Shortly after, the tide turned, and the Spanker made better progress, although the breeze was paltry84 and inclined to be fluky. Nine o'clock found her off Compass Point, the southern boundary of Bude Haven85, and Desmond had another experience: that of waiting for enough water to make the entrance.
At last, with centre-plate up, the Spanker ran in. Fortunately for Desmond the wind was very light. Wilde, with his uninjured arm, held the tiller, while the Sea Scout lowered first mainsail, then mizzen, jib, and finally the staysail.
Gradually losing way, the ketch was brought alongside the stone wall outside the lock and made fast. In the fading twilight86 Desmond was delighted and surprised to recognize Mr. Graham's voice.
"Thank Heaven I've found you!" exclaimed the Scoutmaster gratefully. "What have you been doing, Desmond?"
It was Truscott, erstwhile scoffer87 of Sea Scouts, who replied:
"Doing a rattling good turn, sir. We'd have been tied up in knots if it hadn't been for Patrol Leader Desmond."
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